I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
 You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
 She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
 Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion No. 9
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
 I’ve been this way since 1956
 She looked at my palm, and she made a magic sign
 She said, what you need is Love Potion No. 9
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
 She said, I’m gonna make it up right here in the sink
 It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink
 I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn’t know if it was day or night
 I started kissin’ everything in sight
 But when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
 He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9
 I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn’t know if it was day or night
 I started kissin’ everything in sight
 But when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
 He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9
 Love Potion No. 9
 Love Potion No. 9